Oh No, No Post…

Ok, I committed the cardinal sin of blogging, and didn’t post here yesterday. I’m sorry *looking apologetic* It was a loooong weekend.

Sometime about the beginning of April, my hunny starts back racing. For the season. EVERY Saturday. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t really have a problem with him doing this. Everybody has to have things they do without their “other half” or the relationship gets smothery. But on a weekend like this one, I could just scream…ARRRRGGGGHHHH.

Our boy was in fine form – just remove the “usually” and “sweet” from my description of him, and there you have it! He definitely earned the title “Monster Boy” over the past few days.

Saturday started okay…but then we had to start motorvating, so we could go see Mamaw & Papaw. He was so excited about going over there, it was the first thing out of his mouth as he came out of his room after waking up, and was again mentioned every, oh I don’t know, FIVE MINUTES. But when it came time to get ready, he wanted to hem & haw around (as usual).

Now you would think I would learn…apparently I was at the bottom of the class for “Learning How to Follow-up With Kids Getting Dressed.” Did I follow him into room to make sure he got a shirt? Nope. Did I check in two minutes, which is how long it should have taken? Nope. I went into my room to get dressed.

So I finally got him dressed and off we go. The day went downhill from there. We had tears, we had backtalk, we had yells (from both sides, if I’m being honest…), we had stubbornness. What we didn’t have was a new game or toy from the store. I can stick to my guns…sometimes….

Oh yeah, and we had sneakiness. I firmly believe he is an attorney – probably defense – in a 5 year old body. If there’s a way around it or a loophole through it, whatever IT may be, he can find it. GRRRR

On the way to the grandparents house, we had a talk during which I told him “No pestering (he’s the most persistent kid on the planet, I swear), no asking about the bike, no asking about the video game, DON’T PESTER, we’re going to visit Mamaw & Papaw, not their toys.”

That worked out real well.

When we got there, our niece Abby was visiting, she’s about a yearish younger than my boy. About 5 minutes into the visit, he looks at Papaw and says “Did Abby bring a bike for her?” My ears perked up at this, and I flashed him a warning look. Yes, he saw, he knew what he was doing, he kept looking towards me to see my reaction to his question. I said “AH AH AH AH” or some similar Mom noise. Both grandparents looked at me like I was nuts…

Me: “Hey! What did we talk about in the car? Didn’t I say NO BIKE questions”

Him: “You said not to ask about my bike”

Me: “GRRRRRRRRRR”
Papaw: “Aww Abby has her bike on the porch, I’m sure he saw that and asked…”

At which point my boy rushes over to the couch, climbs up and looks out the window, seeing the bike FOR THE FIRST TIME.

Me: “He didn’t see that bike! I told him he couldn’t ask about “his” bike while we were here, so he found a way around it…”

What do you do..? He technically did what I told him, he didn’t ask about “his” bike, or if he could ride it…he asked about Abby’s bike. See? attorney in a 5 year old body. If there’s an angle, he can work it. And, Saturday was only half over…I can feel my blood pressure rising, and the gray hairs forming as I type….*sigh*

But, it was a successful visit, and fun was had by all 🙂

On a serious note, this is a problem in our household, I feel it would be BAD to stifle this in my boy, but on the other hand, it makes for some trying situations. Like I told hunny the other day, I want him to think for himself, and not follow the crowd or timidly do as he’s told all his life. Authority figures are not God/desses, and make mistakes, including us. He shouldn’t unquestioningly do what he’s told when he’s told for the rest of his life. But I can’t have him questioning us every time we ask or tell him to do something. I’m nearing my wits end, and I still have a loooong way to go on this ride…

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I am a 41 - oops, not anymore! - 42 year old witch - yes, witch, not b*tch spelled nicely :) Despite general perceptions, we live a pretty ordinary life, as you'll see if you stick around... I have been married to my perfect match for 9WE MADE 10! years, and I have 4 kids - Jenetta 23 almost 25, Tony 22 23, his wife Jayme 21 22, and Shayne 5 6 (going on 16...). There are also grandkids involved - Jordan who is 1 2 and Anakin who was born the end of Feb. last year and is now 2!